To those who I RP with, I just want to say that I am terribly sorry for all my delays that I constantly do. I just have been SO unbelievably busy as of late that I hardly have any free time to be able to attempt to make posts to our threads. I really needed to get his off my chest badly, and it makes me feel like a complete piece of shit for doing this all the time. If you don't want to RP with me, I completely understand, there should be no reason or excuse for me to have to keep you waiting …

Since both Imai and Takeshi are currently involved in matches I was wondering if anyone is interested in taking on my first wrestler I made for here, Takeichi Mori. His profile says he's a jobber but I intend to change that and hoping a match can help with that. Anyone interested please get in touch with me on here in a pm.

James groaned softly as Vida tried for another pinfall attempt. The ref slapped the mat a second time, "Two!" but james quickly kicked out of the pin before rolling onto his side. He had no idea how he was going to beat this girl, maybe when she least expected it, he could hit his finisher, but until then, he just had to focus on surviving the match.

Vida was flipped off of James rather quickly, clearly not having done enough to wear the young man down, yet. She wiped sweat-soaked hair out of her eyes, and swung herself around on her hips to get back to her knees. Still close to the corner, Vida turned to her partner and mentor. Santa Tigresa nodded, approvingly, as Vida reached her hand for the tag.

Instead of rolling out of the ring, however, the young latina warrior would instead turn over, and try to wrap her toned legs around James' neck, hoping to hold him in place. La Santa, meanwhile, came closer to the pair, leaned back with her hands gripping the top rope, and then launched herself over the top. With the added strength of the ropes' tension, Santa Tigresa leapt into the air, flipping as she did so. Whether Vida could secure the legscissor or not, the Tirgresa was coming into the ring with a springboard senton, aiming to bring her body straight down onto James' midsection.

James groaned as he was rolled onto his back and felt a pair of toned legs wrap around his neck. He gasped and grabbed at her legs when suddenly, he saw his other opponent, Santa Tigresa, leap from the top rope and come barreling towards him, "Oh shit." he muttered before she landed on top of him. He arched himself forward and his legs flew up before he went limp, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth from the pain.

Santa Tigresa grunted, as she came rolling over James' prone body. She somewhat regretted using double-team tactics on an outnumbered opponent, but she was still proud of Vida's coordination. The rookie was certainly coming along! Vida, meanwhile, released James from the leglock and rolled right out of the ring.

Rolling up side-by-side with James, the Tigresa wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to catch him in a tight side-headlock, pressing his face hard against her chest. From there, the strong luchadora would start lifting, slowly getting the battered young man to his feet while continuing to wrench on the skull and neck that Vida had been working over for the entire match, up to this point. If she was able to keep the hold locked in all the way up to their feet, the luchadora would then lift her arm, spinning her hand above her head to try and get the crowd hyped for what would come next ...

James groaned and had rolled onto his side when suddenly, he felt himself pressed into his opponent's chest. He tried to shout his disapproval, but could only mumble. He groaned softly as she squeezed down on him and he tried pushing on her. Suddenly, she lifted him to his feet and he continued to push on her, trying in vain to break the head lock. He was worried about what she had in store for him next.

Santa Tigresa shifted and struggled to keep James held tight in the lock, as the pair of them got back to their feet. Still, it seemed the young man was under control, at the moment. The Tigresa kept wrenching on James' neck, as she pulled them up, trying to soften him up further. Despite the handicap of the match, James had been holding up admirably, and Santa Tigresa wasn't about to take that for granted.

At the sideline, Vida Fenix had already hopped back up to the ring apron, trying to get the crowd to clap along in support of her partner. The Tigresa, meanwhile, was squarely focused on James: back to her feet, the veteran luchadora leaned forward, hooking his leg around the back of the knee. If she could get that locked in, the Tigresa would hoist James body up into the air, and try to bring him back down to the mat hard with a fisherman's buster, taking full advantage of her powerful frame and James' vulnerable state.

James was panting softly when suddenly, he felt himself lifted into the air before being slammed back down. He cried out in pain as he was dropped back down and he rolled onto his side before rolling back onto his back. He groaned again and held his back. The ref came over to check on him, but he waved her away, saying he was fine.

Santa Tigresa sat straight up, after slamming James into the ground. She considered going for another pin, at this point, but decided against it. The young man had proven strong enough to kick out of tougher moves, thus far, and Santa Tigresa figured that even after stunning him with the fisherman's buster, he was likely too tough to go down, just yet. Instead, the luchadora rose to her feet, then went to take hold of James by the boots.

If she could get his legs tucked beneath her arms, the luchadora would then drag the downed wrestler over to the corner, where Vida was already waiting. Recognizing the set-up, Vida would reach out to tag her partner's shoulder, setting up for their next crisp, combination maneuver, as long as La Santa could get poor James into position ...

James groaned softly, curling up into the fetal position when suddenly, his legs were picked up and he was dragged over to his opponents corner. He was to weak to struggle against her, so he just allowed himself to be dragged. He heard the slap of flesh on flesh and the ref signaled that a tag was made, "Oh shit." he muttered when he looked up, he saw only a blur. He could see a flurry of colors, but he couldn't make out any of the faces because his eyes had misted over.

Santa Tigresa pulled James over to the corner and made the tag without much difficulty. Again, there was some reluctance on her face. The handicap match wouldn't have been her choice, but Vida needed the practice with their tag team maneuvers. After the tag was made, the veteran luchadora pulled up on James' legs as Vida got herself into position.

Vida bounced back, pulling on the top rope to increase the tension on it. Santa Tigresa, meanwhile, fell backward, all the way down to the mat. In doing so, she would yank James upright just as Vida was pulling herself up and over the top rope for a springboard dive, extending a single, toned leg to try and catch him across the neck. If she could connect with that without James evading or blocking her, she'd then ride him all the way back down to the mat, the added consequence being that his lower back would impact hard against the Tigresa's knees.